"Wait a few more days! The Rakshasa and Orcs are trying to break through these days, and Qin Mo is directing our troops to intercept and annihilate them. I don't know where he is!" After exchanging a few lukewarm pleasantries with Nelia, Queen Shia told her to wait patiently.
Two days later, when the powerful Heatherine arrived in Mesopotamia, Nelia finally understood that the fat man Lin, who had elven blood, was full of evil intentions. He wasn't here to subdue Qin Mo; he was clearly gathering powerful people to dig a pit and bury her.
"What do you want with Qin Mo?"
Heatherine's cold question infuriated Nelia, but the woman in front of her exuded a sharp aura, clearly someone accustomed to battle. Such a person, though seemingly calmer than Queen Shia, was actually far more terrifying than Shia.
“Our elven race’s internal affairs are not for your concern!” Nelia retorted firmly, preparing for a fight.
"I have no right to interfere in the internal affairs of your Elven race, but let me tell you, one of the properties owned by the Grand Minister belongs to my son. If you want to bring Qin Mo's Grand Minister under the Elven Royal Court's control, you'll have to ask me first if I agree!"
"That's right, that's right. My son, Soren, also has a share in Qin Mo's businesses. You'd better not even dream about it!"
Little Shia also jumped out and made a fuss. Neither of them had thought about asking Qin Mo for the property on behalf of their son, but now that the Elf Royal Court had come out and wanted to take over Qin Mo's family fortune, what better time for a mother than to take action and tear them apart?
Nelia laughed in anger. She had been thinking about whether to silence the other person, but now the other person had taken the initiative to silence her.
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